Anvel, Life and an Emperess
As always one Hell of a big thank you to shenrill, for such amazing art work and for putting up with this writers never ending madness, and constant Harassment. Warning story contains a mixture of my Ocs and Astraltowers. You have been warned 
In the beginning
Well not the real one, but a beginning. There were the Gods, Spirits, Primordial's all manner of old ones, each keeping too their own. One being a Maker of worlds was quietly savouring the quiet peace he found himself in, this world was far from finished light was still sparse, here many places were still dark the best light of the brighter stars were still to dim, many trees were doomed to death if he could not solve the lighting problem. His task was seemingly endless and made more difficult each day especially by the two infamous and extremely powerful Goddesses, Astra and Astarte. They were both facing a major crisis, a real problem. Wherein they set out too make anything or any creature be it one in their form or in another,Their creations well were exactly what they wanted perfect. Really too perfect.
The beings Astra wanted, she would have them adoring her. Well they did but that was all they did, it was all they could do, not really because they wanted too but because it was all. They. Could. Do. Her parses where hollow indeed, she wanted more.
Astarte wanted beings too search for something anything. Adventure, Excitement, Treasure. Beings that wish to make their fate, End it or just enjoy it. She wanted too see each path new, old, never seen, or always travelled just something fun too watch, Influence, Revel in. But no they lacked ...drive the want for anything.
No matter how they tried their creation's lacked something, so one at a time they approached a certain being. Later they would each ask him too cast the other out of the world but that story comes later. First Astra presented her problem too the being and asked for his help. At first he merely stated "I don't like meddling with life" Astra replied "Then make nothing in any world and you won't" she left expecting her problem resolved.
Before he could even begin thinking of a solution Astarte appeared before him, Proposing something interesting for he must be bored carving mountains, cutting paths for rivers, dividing mountains, growing forests and simply waiting for the stalagmite to grow correctly . He was not but listened. She wished for him too fix her problem he again said "I don't like meddling with life" This caused the goddess to chuckle "Then why make so many life giving places in the world" He had no reply.
As Astarte too departed Anvel last maker of worlds ventured forth into this world he helped shape. Though he and his people were not responsible for its creation they were responsible for its now constant stability. The solution too both Goddesses problems was simple too his eyes, but making it so was less. Too start he reached both arms forward and grasped a scrap of light in one hand in the other he culched a pit of darkness, he regarded them for a time, how too make it so, the problem eluded him for many years. Then as if she had been waiting just for him she sat.
A woman a colourful crown of flowers upon her head. Skin of ivory, her hair green, eyes yellow. Andréa a great spirit of life, his lover sat patiently for him, light and dark held firmly in his hands. He knew she would find him she would always find him and there in that moment he did wounder how he deserved such a beautiful mate by his side. She turned too face him a soft red light emitted from her hands she smiled, she never questioned his nature never became angry when he was lost in creation she accepted him and his way despite his faults she loved him still and she always would. Now she gave him something too help him finish a masterpiece of sorts.
If he was capable of loving her more than he already did he would of at that moment, now the problem was solved light and dark a piece of each that was the problem. Both Goddesses failed too realise their creations lacked free will true free will. The choice too do the right thing too do the wrong thing too decide what was good what was evil too even contemplate what they wanted. Because the two foolishly refused too use either light or dark from the other foolishness and yes the two did not mix not really.
What was then needed was something that could bind the two something that could overcome any obstacle any difference hate or dislike... love pure and true. Now he hammered light too dark and dark too light and love. The realm of light and the void of darkness forever in the heart of each new being. If either deity created a living being they would have free will they would have independence, individual drive, wants and needs emotional or otherwise now this would forever be. Love, good, evil could be experience by any living creature. Anvel's mate Andréa said Love is the most essential element of all for life it all needed too feel it. They may lie they may deny but love is felt in manny forms, love for family, friends, the love of a child, love too destroy, love to create, love of control, the act of making love... she wanted children and he would assist. She was tired of waiting patiently for him to finish, one more project, one more thing he needed to create, now she needed something and she would have it.
After a time The Goddesses Astra and Astarte had their own wishes granted, they were enthralled with their new children. So much so that they never realised where and how it became possible and Anvel cared not too tell them. But many an era later they more than suspected seeing the spark of light the touch of darkness and the warmth of love in the hearts of the new lives they helped make.
A New Era
Manny years passed many creatures did rise and fall Gods spirits primordial beings... and. Mortals. A fascinating group yes. Truly fascinating group. ... They did rise and reach for the stars themselves, mortal kind has and will always surprise.
Deep in Osteria capital city of the rising empire, resting in the Imperial Palace is her majesty Empress Aurelia. In the back garden two old friends do speak now.
Feila the High Elf queen, now slave too the Empress Aurelia was currently talking with a very old and dear friend.
"she is changing slowly and is is becoming less harsh"
"you think so? I haven't noticed" Feila adjusted her clothing.
It was late, the garden she frequented had a fine wonderful pool that she liked too stare at for hours, her hands were grasped by her friend.
"you saved so many and stopped spirits like Argrack the Great Bear from joining battle"
"it was what I saw, the path with the least bloodshed, my people had too surrendered or both our nations would be too weak too resist what is too come" she sighed a weary sigh.
"And the other Older would have refused too help mortal kind fight this dark terror, if the tender spirits continued too suffer even die"
It was strange, the empire was blissfully unaware of the damage they did wrought with thier strange weapons, ask any imperial, he or she would swear black and blue these new weapon's could kill an Elf stone dead, ask if they have seen it themselves and they can't seem too recall, the weapons were put away and sealed with the empresses insistence, something Feila was certain her friend had seen too.
"I can never repay the debt to you or your people, I will never abandon you nor leave you too suffer alone here, with my gifts you Feila can endure any thing this child thinks she can break you with"
Feila sighed, Andréa a spirit of life held her friends hands for a time.
"I will find your daughter, she will be safe I promise you, you will both be safe "
Feila relaxed, she knew somehow someway Andréa would see to it.
"Your people will be free one day, you your child and your people will be free, for now"
Andréa lifted her hands and brushed her fingertips over Feila's forehead "forget"
Feila shook her head, she sat alone staring at the pond, moon light reflecting in its surface, she stood up feeling refreshed and happy, she did not know why coming here too the pond always made her feel better, but each day she felt stronger for it, as she left Andréa watching her go she touched the surface of the water, she would not leave her friend alone never, but she could not stay here and search for Feila's child, the waters surface calmed, and then there appeared the image of a striking woman, short blond hair golden eyes,she was clad in bulky dull armour, the tips of a pair of white wings quivering and twitching, she was holding her neck at an awkward angle, pain obvious across her face.
Andrea gave her a confused look, "Torn-bay?"
"yes Ver Andréa, how can I assist"
"I need a favour o Angel, to help repay a debt I owe a dear friend"
"but of course my lady, argh! son of a bitch that hurts!" neck bones made an unpleasant cracking sound, Andréa winced.
"are you alright"
"yes yes just never tried this head of mine before, it is a bit...stiff" Another crack and the head returned too its former awkward position, before she continued she had too ask how and why the angel was in this predicament.
"may I be frank o kind beautiful one"
Andréa smiled and nodded, she had a feeling she knew the cause, the Angel only spoke like this when a certain someone was being unreasonable.
"your mate is an Ass"
Andréa's smile grew wider.
"he thinks the demon what's its name Dreva or something would like this form better"
Andréa smiled "I need you too come to Osteria when your done, I need you too find a friends daughter, she is in the other continent but come here first"
"Osteria!..."
"yes is there a problem?"
"no no ... well yes, you see I was going too Osteria straight after I retrieved your Daughter there have been indications..." pausing after one final loud crack "oh that is much better, ahem, there have been indications one of them is in Osteria"
Andréa knew what he meant by one of them "I understand be careful"
"don't worry I know when too run, stay safe"
"you too" and with that Torn-bay giving stiff unmoving neck muscles a final stretch disappeared from sight, the sound of flapping wings left behind. The hour had grown late and Andréa had two more people to see.
Asleep someone known as the Sword Princess did rest, in many circles she was know as Snow Stalker White Tiger, hair fair and white as powdered snow, armour golden white, shinning like a pillar of the heavens, her people renowned far and wide for their prowess in battle, many great creatures where ended by her hand she earned her name and reputation well, and at such a young age, when the Empire truly began expanding it demanded her territories and for her too swear loyalty as a vassal, she refused, her home land was small but they were fierce they kept a larger military force at bay hoping their allies would reach them in time, alas this was not so, they were over run.
Their major ally an island nation known as Aotanoa (Land of the Long white cloud), a constant enemy of the empire since it's very founding was delayed by a massive fleet of imperial war ships and was unable too send aid in time, forced between a rock and a hard place Snow Stalker had seen too it her people escaped a cruel fate, through Evergreen Dale they did flee, too the stone catacombs for warriors of old, this ancient structure served as a monument from an era when their dead were buried in tombs of stone, they fled through underground passages reaching the safety of a delayed army from Aotanoa. The catacomb entrance was collapsed, Snow Stalker remained with several warriors too loyal or stubborn too abandon her, she knew the Imperial dogs had mastered new and terrible engineering feats and could excavate faster than her people might flee.
A great battle ensued, at one time it seemed she and her small band would win yet. However. One by one the mighty warriors fell until only their sword princess remained, it took the combined might of two dozen war hardened Legionary regiments too finally bring her too her knees. She was taken as a prize and presented too the Empress, now reduced too this ,she had been stripped of her magnificent Armour, naked and bound during the day in chains, she was paraded around by her new... owner.
One could almost spit the word, normally in front of foreign dignitary's, too see the fabled Sword Princess reduced too human statue/decoration one could understand a sudden loss of composure, now sleeping after a long night with her mistress she slept, blue eyes shut but still teary, several ropes locked her arms together a similar set up was used on her legs, no chance was being taken with her immense strength, a cool hand was placed on her head her body noticeably relaxed, Andréa smiled she was strong this sword princess, strong enough too resist these endless tortures before Andréa arrived, relaxed and dreaming peacefully Andréa turned her attention too someone else who hurt just as much, Empress Aurelia.
She was hurting with a pain most could not see, not even Feila with her gifted sight could see this woman was alone, isolated ever since her birth, she had nothing but enemy's surrounding her, family friends strangers, all of these entity's had at one time or another tried too kill her, no friends no loved ones, she was alone, her origins what they were she it would seem was looking for love, weather she knew it or not Aurelia was copying her father, she was seeking powerful beings other rulers subduing them and subjugating them too her will, but she wanted that spark, the connection the love her father a human had shared with her mother an Arch Succubus, when she did not find it in one person she captured she moved too the next, Andréa moved a blond hair off her face and placed a hand over Aurelia's heart, she needed to be subtle and careful Aurelia was half Demon, at the best of times a spirit and demon would never meet each other at the worst... well Demons too could not harm what they could not remember.
Andréa continued too work, an absolute look of peace was across Aurelia's face, Andréa was trying too show the Empress she could find her hearts desire with out conquest with out dominating those around her it was a long process subtly working she shared the warmth of a caring heart and in return Aurelia's heart did beat a little warmer. In the morning Aurelia awoke her chest felt light, a smile on her lips, Aurelia had dreamed about that woman again, ever since Feila had become her slave she had been dreaming of a rather beautiful woman, she did not who she was or why she dreamed of her but she felt...nice?, whatever the feeling was she wanted more, she would find this dream woman an make her... Aurelia is licked her lips the woman she searched for was closer than she thought.
Another night approached, more tactless fools and the never ending game of political struggle, it was a game Empress Aurelia was well familiar with, normally she relished the chance to play the game but this day had been excruciatingly painful, she was so exhausted she did not even play with anyone of her... collectables. (much to their collective relief) Aurelia longed for the comfort of her bed. She looked forward to another dream the girl of her dreams. Smiling to herself Aurelia dressed in her nightly attire turned to Snow Stalker and patted her naked bound form goodnight before tucking her in for the night, still defiant she turned her head and grunted a curse at Aurelia behind her gag. As her eye lids closed Aurelia could almost feel her dream girl next to her, the dream was pleasant, as always the woman with her long green hair, a white dress almost kissing her skin, and a crown of flowers vibrant in colour, seeming to put any other crown be it made of fine jewels or precious metal to shame. She was smiling in the dream, sweet and fine her hand so warm and tender as it rested over Aurelia's heart. It filled her with such a warm feeling and all her woes seemed to evaporate in her dream girls warmth.
"Dream girl ha" Aurelia laughed at the absurdity. Here she had access to the finest women the world had to offer, one of them was Feila the High Elf queen, former ruler of the Golden city. But here she was fantasizing about this fantasy woman that did not even exist, it wasn't even an erotic dream. She could not move her body in the dream, but the warm calming feeling in her chest she wanted more, she could smell her, she just wanted to touch no, she could practically taste her.
It was in one moment Andréa was taken completely by surprise. Aurelia had been laying down seemingly asleep, the next her body was a blur of motion suddenly sitting up, Aurelia had one hand on Andréa's holding her hand over her chest, Andréa felt her head being pulled forward by a sudden force then... It was a short embrace for the pair, Andréa's head held close to Aurelia's the Empress forcing her tongue in the unwilling mouth of Andréa, the kiss was broken off, Aurelia's heart was pounding so hard her body twitched with each beat, lust in her eyes the Empress then resumed once more. A surprised Andréa nearly lost her balance falling off the extravagantly decorated bed, then before she could be kissed again Andréa placed her hand over Aurelia's temple and with that the empress fell promptly asleep. Andréa could feel herself blushing she walked away returning to the garden she would wait for Feila to rise she was done for now... She went to rinse her mouth out with water from the pond, she was not certain what her mate would think of all this when she told him about this night.
The following morning when the sun did rise Aurelia awoke feeling happy, extremely happy, alive with a kind of giddiness she hadn't felt since she was a child. Her dream had been wonderful she licked her lips savouring the taste... taste?. Aurelia gave her hand a small sniff and smacked her lips, taste, smell someone had been here, really here. Taking a deep breath the Empress calmed her nerves, now there was a logical explanation she turned to her sword princess still tied up and resting peacefully, her gag was hastily removed, startled Snow stalkers eyes flew open, mouth finally free, ever since her capture she had been silenced with gags of various sorts now she would... kiss?
"no mmm your nice but not you"
She might have yelled, she might of cursed, she may have even bitten the tongue of the woman that destroyed her home and imprisoned her with this humiliation,sadly the sword princess missed her opportunity and was quickly gaged. Aurelia stood beside her bed lost in thought her bed companion thrashing in her bonds "hmm lively today are we" Running a teasing finger down the bound woman's figure electing louder grunts Aurelia proceeded to reach for the sword princesses "favourite" ...toy when the sound of her three maids arriving with a change of cloths and he morning meal took her attention. She looked past the first two and to the third, a new girl she could not remember her name but she was new so maybe....
The maids girl had just started a few days ago, she was polite, quiet, seemed to be doing her job, as she and the other two maids prepared Aurelias morning meal and clothing the new maid pouring a fresh cup of tea she suddenly felt two warm hands firmly hold her face, and then saw the red eyes of her empress staring back into hers. Before she could cry out in surprise she was kissed squarely on the mouth. Aurelia finished licking her lips "hmm no"
Unable to process what just happened the maid promptly fainted, cheeks flushed her face burning like a red tomato, the other two maids intercepted her one managed to catch the girl before she fell the other managed to catch the falling tea pot. Aurelia looked troubled as the two maids saw to their fallen work college, one holding her head the other fanning her the empress called for one of the guard, there was an intruder somewhere on her grounds one that had the Gaul to violate her person... She looked forward to repaying her intruder in kind.
End of the same day unexpected happenings happened.
Aurelia was at a loss, truly her dream girl did not only exist but she had her. Yes had her. It was partly by accident, having failed to find her intruder Aurelia had been left in a foul mood, she looked for someone to take her frustrations out on. She had spotted Feila beside the pool in the garden again, everyday the High Elf queen could be found there humming, singing, even talking to herself. It was normally pleasant to listen to, but Aurelia was not in the mood. She marched over and firmly grasped Feila "to my bed chamber now" Aurelia smiled to herself out of all her prized tresures the Elf queen certainly was among the most exotic.
Curiously she had not play very often or... at all with Feila. No when she was first brought to the palace Aurelia wasted no time playing with her new slave but after that... It was not that she had tired of her, no if anything Aurelia looked forward to exploring alluring form each and every daybut. "why haven't I played with you more?" well no matter that could be rectified soon enough.
The Elf Queen was fine and submissive by now, it had hardly taken any time, it had been rather disappointing, Aurelia was expecting more of a fight. Well if there leader was so weak willed the Elf race deserved to lose. Tugging at Feila she expected her slave to follow, she did not. It was her eyes they were. Strong. Aurelia raised an eyebrow she had not seen that defiance in her Elf slave since her arrival, good she was looking to punish someone this was a fine excuse.
Then Aurelia noticed the smell, it was faint, she gabbed Feilas hand and took a deep deep whiff. That smell so sweet, but not over powering. It was as fruit and sweet nectar, hardly there but there, the smell her intruder had left behind that morning. What she would have done next Aurelia was not certain, maybe she would of struck Feila she would have certainly made her permanent stay ever so painful, but the hand of Andréa pressed against the empresses temple.
"I NEED YOU TO FORGET"
Nothing happened "ha ha I knew I would be strained but..." Andréa twitched then coughed "my love you truly are.... ha." Then another kiss was planted on Andréa's lips by Aurelia, her hands firmly holding Andréa's head of green hair in place, the Spirit of life collapsed leaving a stunned Aurelia watching Fieila shouting the name Andréa. And so here she was Aurelia empress of the ever growing and expanding empire, her empire, standing by an extravagant bed. There lay at the beds centre atop red velvet sheets like some great jewel her dream girl. Skin a perfect ivory white, green hair like the new grow leaves of spring, white dress exposing Alluring smooth bear feet and legs unmarked by the soil the was standing in her shoulders and arms were exposed looking equally seductive to Aurelia, a set of yellow eyes regarded her with a sombre expression she was weak, tired from what?, who could say not that it mattered to Aurelia, there were plenty of questions to ask who was she, why was she here, why was she talking with her slave girl, how long had she been spying on her. No. Questions could wait the Empress would set out to familiarise herself with the latest foe to cross her path, if her opponent resisted she would use force, if she submitted she would use a gentler hand, this woman's kiss was sweet but it didn't leave one feeling breathless after it took your breath away, it was like new vigour, like life its self was poured directly into her. Aurelia smiled looking to a tray of some of her favourite toys she could always ask her questions later she wanted to know the answer to only one question right now if Andréa's kiss was so sweet what was the rest of her like.
A short time before this transpired
Anvel had been talking to his mate and life partner Andréa, though he at times feared for her he knew she would be safe, no harm would or could come to her to reassure himself, he would look to the spell he wove into the world to help dispel further doubt. His spell a veil made to hide spirit kind, or at least make them harder to find. It would always hide the weakest of them the most vulnerable, but the more powerful spirits would have to relie on their own abilities to remain hidden. Though he was no Angel he could see most of his spell as threads interlocked into the very essence of the world, to remove it one would have to destroy the entirety of the physical world, an extremely pointless and futile exercise. A full proof spell that would guarantee Andréa's safety, true she was far from vulnerable but she was a spirit that was born of the very core this worlds creation when he wove the spell it shrouded her too. She was strong he knew she may very well be in terms of raw power be stronger than he last maker of worlds. Nothing would hurt her he silently promised himself a promise then quickly broken.
The unmovable unchangeable threads he watched began to change to shift, something that was impossible, then truly the unthinkable they were severed one at a time like a piece of fabric torn. He reached his hand out to the world he would hold fast this tear and fix it, or so he thought. A blinding light followed by a burning black clouded, formed before him and through him across the room, he had been inside his dwelling a great work station that once housed thousands of his kind, he landed in a heap of old parchment and paper the designs and scribbling's of Makers long past. He ran back to the offering of worlds its round form swirling with colour had previously held the image of his mate and her friend the Elf queen, it now held the word denied in red lettering.
He reached his hand out the, words flashed then changed into a long text with golden letters at its end it was signed "from Astra burn foul traitor, and a second line of text written in purple was signed "from Astarte serves you right. He cleared the text from his view re-establishing his link to Andréa, his heart thudded in his chest the spell was undoing no it was severed from what powered it. The spirits the weak, the ones most unable to defend themselves, would be exposed and at the mercy of any demon that found them or worse any human but that was not what he was thinking about
"I built it I made it. It cannot fail it would never fail"
He cursed pulling the image of his beloved, he knew what she would do, it was the only thing she could do. She would hold his spell together while he repaired it, she had always helped him before this would be no different to her. He could see the slight amusment on her face, the thought of teasing him later in her mind, for he had often scoffed and laughed at her fears of the spell failing, he did not feel like laughing now.
He yelled to her he shouted he begged her to hear him, but no sound was sent through, who or what could sabotage him so. Nothing had ever been able to interfere with any of his powers before nothing. What or who?. To his horror Andréa stepped in and used herself as a means of holding the spell together, he could see her face she clearly expected Anvel to at any moment step forth and either fix the problem or ease her burden.
He felt physically ill when her face contorted, when she realised he did not appear, he prayed to any power that might be listening to intervene to stop her, for her to drop the spell and let it crumble. He knew Andréa would not but he did pray none the less.
When he saw her lips violated by some she devil he felt the strong urge to tear the red eyed woman apart, as Andréa collapsed Anvels arms thrust forward reaching for her, he was not thrown back this time but his hands were set a flame. He cursed wrapping his wings over the flames, his hands were burnt he cursed then the same text appeared over the offering of worlds, followed by a woman's voice reciting the chant of light a saced text praising Astra.
The letters one from Astra one from Astarte remained, Astras was filled with venom and hate, while Astartes was more jocular like she was paying him back for a fine prank. Anvel sat for a time instead of crying out in rage he slowly stood and looked at the names of the two Goddesses and slowly said
"I curse you"
It was then at the same time both Astra and Astarte felt a small chill down their spines, both looked to their messages and realised Anvel had tried returning to the world. They both smiled, their old playmate was now out of the game or on the same playing field as them. Anvel Last maker of worlds looked to his seared digits, if Andréa were here he could guarantee his own recovery, he continued cursing or rather chanting "I curse you I curse you I curse you".
Slowly he walked, he would see the Angels, the Enterre
" I curse you I cuse you I..." he readied his wings for flight, he tried flexing his fingers they twitched rewarding him with a hellish burning sensation. "...cursed you" With a flap he was gone. Leaving a light blue light behind, slowly the light split into two then drifted out into the worlds to a certain pair of deities.
The End... For now.
Harr delay Lets Play.
Anvel Edited
The name he was given. Ageless. Timeless. He calls himself a maker insisting he is but one of many world makers. They are nothing more than builders and makers of things.
He calls his story dull but this is the summery he gave. Manny details he did leave out, but this is what he shared. the Makers came to the world late. The physical had already been established. The second world or worlds were in infancy. The third was filled with intent but without direction. Makers of worlds that they were and should be the powers of the three worlds commissioned them too make it all paradise. They could see what the world would be wished to be and where it would be to begin. They sent several to the third world. As they entered its realm they were bemused to find it and its inhabitants well established with a complete and whole world. It would seem that time was ever-changing here and with time all was established.
The beings here moved not in a linear motion through time but anywhere they chose. The third world was made last but was the first complete. They should have left and moved to the next task. "No" he said "we stayed. We were fascinated by not only this self made place but also the beings who lived there". One group in particular. They were made of fire and light they were glorious to behold. The Makers named them Berna Angalo or Beautiful Angel. After spending many years in their realm they took a great number with them and tasked them with mediating the energy's of the three worlds.
This task they did accept too the second world and the first they did spread. The Berna did spread but the old powers, so great they were with their presence, the Angel kind could not help but be changed. They grew wings and other parts so similar they were to the Makers and old gods now. Angels that lived in the second worlds were now called Ser-cron Angalo Second Angels, they helped energy taken from the third spread through the second, then helped return it too the third world.
Finally, the remaining were tasked with the mediation of energy in the earthly physical or first realm. This was in many ways the most difficult of the three worlds too handle but the angels accepted the task such an obliging race they once were... once.
Their form exposed too not only the makers but primordial creatures gods and daemons whose presence still overwhelmed the first world their form resembles the Berna the least they were then called Enterre Angalo Earth Angel.
These Angels would stabilise energy's while the Makers made a more permanent system several Makers turned their attention to the second realm and the first. Then they began the finer details such as establishing efficient ecosystems. They were too work and finish then collect the offering of the worlds as payment. But "no" he said "we affected the worlds as much as we were affected by them" Anvel, he was unimportant or so he said one that made the mundane the practical tools too make water flow earth too form. He had discovered his kind. The Makers were becoming more like the beings around them. As they influenced the world they, inturn, were changed. He crafted a physical form for himself that protected who and what he was from outside influences.
He showed his brethren how to craft their own for he feared they would be forever different. He was at first ignored then scoffed and called arrogant and so they changed. Soon they were Demons, Gods, near Mortal creatures or more like the third races. One day none returned to finish their work. The making of this world. He was all too quickly left alone. The (no longer) Makers found their ability to create changed or in some cases gone. Not that they cared, for they were now Gods Demons or lost elsewhere and many now had grudges against each other. Now they warred they killed and for the first time they died. Each one forgetting they were once brother and sister. More than once he was approached by these new age beings and the old ones to make weapons of war turning his designs to kill. At first he would make for any he enjoyed the thought of creation-making new and wonderful things to share with all. It was finally an Enterre Angalo weeping the tears of grief that beged him stop this madness we want no more the Angel wailed.
The Anvel-he was still not called this. Not yet, but he remembered the Berna and what they once were. To gaze upon the form of this one now to his eyes this Enterre appeared twisted and deformed compared to what they were before. Though he did not utter this aloud. ["what troubles you Ver Angalo"] The angel did weep and spoke of the horror war. He spoke of the death of his kind the loss of their great city, how it fell to creatures of void and the other celestials of light did nought but watch. The weapons used were all his he wanted too see for himself so the Earth Angel showed him the last maker watched what his kind had become savage things that should be put down. He noted a small group that had taken more quality's of the mortals inhabiting the world they actively tried to fight for and protect the mortal races. The Angel did plead again "please stop this madness", and so he saw it must look as if he the last maker was too blame still making weapons for the things no longer his kind.
As he contemplated what had all happened he was approached then by the original gods of the world. They wished the mortal world for their own claiming. Their benevolence and kindness could only reach the mortals if demon kind were never able to enter again. But the Angel of Angels had now seen this world. He did think to himself your presence does shake the world and boil the seas crack the sky and darken the lives of those you say you show kindness too. He remembered the Enterre Angalos words and your kindness, it seems, does not spread too all but aloud he spoke "it will take time too see too that".
Then he was approached by the creatures of the void they to wished the mortal world for their own. Claiming this would all be at an end with the gods and peace would be best with the gods all gone. He cursed them for their silver tongue and foul deeds. He did see the remains of angels laid bare and played with like a child's favourite toy by their kind and he knew of fouler deeds still. Out loud he simply said "it will take time too see too that".
And so the remaining Enterre angels and he made it so. After gathering the gods and demons of the world together, he took his reward from them-the offering of the worlds, he called it. He only gave a vague description but it was used in one final act: a great spell called the banishing. As gods and demons watched both expecting the other to be cast out. They did laugh at each other with scornful eyes. The only ones who should find amusement were himself and the Enterre, but neither he nor any of their number did laugh. He lifted the offering of worlds above his head and yelled the words of his people-a lost old tongue. It started the great banishing. Stripping away the physical form of both the old and the new era beings that were once his people and forever cast them out forever back too the second realm. He did weep, but only after helping the Enterre Angels establish a new home. A hidden one.
The great banishing did not include creatures of the third realm. He bid them farewell when he knew they would be safe. The Angels named him Angalo Ver Angalo (Angel of Angels) or Anvel he retreated from the world for a time. He saw the mortal world was influenced still by the gods and demons of old. He did not care he left all to there own desires he was content to be left alone. Yet the makers that were left behind the ones whom fought for the mortal's all flocked too him, or rather, a small number did. The battles over some wished to return to what they once were the majority decided to live and begin a-new in the physical world makers no longer. Only a handful wished to return to what they lost badly enough to find the Angel of Angels. And so, they begged for his help. He took pity upon his former brethren and agreed too help.
They worked sealed away. He helped as he could but, try as they might, the change to their bodies was forever set. He returned to his work station, now abandoned, gathering tools for making and tried to fashion a body that would contain their form while changing them back too what they were ages past. Another war for the mortal world ensued. Void and heavenly did fight again. The mortals now could fight for themselves and their home, but the Angel of Angels ignored this and continued his work. When he finally felt satisfied with his work he returned to his brethren. What he found still makes him retch. He found the cave they worked from covered in a red substance. He felt for the first time in his life the feeling of anxiety and cared not for the smell.
Venturing further the red was now decorated in red strings. They dripped the same red substance at the entrance. The smell was worse the further he ventured. Broken white bones were now arranged on the walls in odd patterns. He paused momentarily trying to identify the animal they might have come from. Looking at them he felt a twinge of dread in his gut and the strong feeling he should just run, seal this cave and never look back. He shook his head and continued, the smell worse as he walked. He gaged. Not on the smell, but the feeling of fear. Something in the cave was truly afraid or was then nothing.
It all felt wrong. He ran now fearing not only for himself but also his brethren. In a centre chamber, they did sit surrounded on pale thrones. The stench assaulted his senses, but they were alive. He relaxed, Until he approached and beheld their mutilated forms their faces cut, lips removed. Their teeth forever in a permanent smile. Where there should be eyes, was flat pale skin in the flat smooth space that should of contained eyes they were drawn on creating the uncomfortable effect of unblinking, open, forever staring eyes. Their heads were bald they had no finger nails no noses just one slit that opened and closed slowly with breathing instead.
Anvel approached. They did not move. A book was propped upon a pedestal. He approached and slowly, he gingerly touched it. The feeling in his gut increased. The first page was turned. He nearly fell backwards. The first page told him what they had done. One of them now appeared beside the Anvel silently extending a hand. It gave a laugh like a young boy or girl giggling, as if offering for the maker to join them. Now he fell backwards. He slipped and slid in the red. It stuck too his clothing. It covered his hands. It splashed across his face. Fear had taken him. He never felt this before. Not the tallest god, nor the foulest demon, could grip his heart like this moment. He almost fell again, running. When he left the cave, at last, he returned to his work station and thanked anything and everything that his people in their wisdom had taken great pains to prevent any being not one of his kind from entering this place. Once he was safe he retched for a time. He did sit doubled over then he left and found the only beings still in the mortal realm that could help.
The Enterre now lived hidden in a new city he helped them hide and build. This place he entered. To the surprised Angels he was a sight covered in his sick and red stench. The Anvel then cried. "children please help me. Bring the ten best of you there is evil. I need your help too slay it". And so armed, eleven did enter the cave-ten Angels and Anvel. The smell was stronger but so was the fear. Then screams. Young children. They ran. They fought. They battled. Ten angels entered. Four emerged with one maker and a large number of children of every race in tow. As they exited the cave Elves, Dark, Wood and High all stood at the entrance they wished for their young.
After reuniting the Elf children with their kin, Anvel turned to the Enterre. "Please see to the others take them home". Though battle weary and exhausted they accepted the task then to the mortals gathered he did turn and lowered his face to the ground and begged them for forgiveness. "I was not able to save the rest please forgive me". Most were taken aback not just by the action but the sincerity in his words. He stood and again faced the angels. "There are more of their number. Not here infecting the world. Please destroy them where you see them". The Enterre bowed and swore too vanquish the abominations whern they found them.
Then he left for a time. Not one did know. Then in Dwarfern lands he did find a young girl, blessed or cursed with magic it is often hard to tell the difference. She had been born mute and shunned by her kind. Then magic manifested itself in her and she was soon to die he intervened and took her in as his disciple. He healed her throat but she could still not speak. He tried to remove the dark memories that haunted her. But all he did was remove all her memories. The trauma stayed in her heart and she remained mute. Anvel cursed himself he felt no better than his former brethren. He taught this child from the ground up even showed her the wielding of magics. What is now is the age that vampire walks the earth he has taken a keen interest in their kind void creatures. He had never met one like this Deruela. She did seem interesting.
First of all I would like too thank shenrill for the wonderful art work as always just wow. And thank a very kind work colleague. For giving me a much needed refresher in grammar.